Does a certain smell evoke a particular memory for you?
Does it bring someone to the forefront of your mind?
Does it trigger a fear or something unpleasant?
In the 1946 film ‘A Matter of Life and Death’, David Niven’s ‘episodes’ were preceded by the smell of fried onions. It’s a classic, and one of my all time favourites.
For years I used virgin olive oil for cooking, not realising that it affected Hubby’s sleep patterns. Since changing to sunflower oil (and not doing that much cooking requiring it), things have settled back to (his) normal.
Both of my grandfathers smoked a pipe, though I couldn’t tell you the brand of tobacco either used. But the smell of pipe tobacco always reminds me of them. My father smoked one too occasionally, and had a small rack of two or three on our mantlepiece.
He also enjoyed the odd cigar, but mostly rolled his own cigarettes using Digger Shag and blue papers.
I have never liked the smell of cigars though, this being enhanced by one of the Company Directors in the 80s who smoked at least ten a day. Being before the smoking ban in the workplace and public places, his office was permanently smog filled and when the door opened, he would appear in a smokey (and stinky) haze like someone out of the mist on a variety show.
The smell of candyfloss (cotton candy) reminds me of trips to the fair, Weymouth Esplanade and a red dress made for me in the 60s by my great-grandmother.
The material was reversible, being plain on one side, and chequered on the other, so with her clever needle and eye, she made my sister and I dresses with contrasting inverted pleats in the skirt.
This is the closest image I could find.
I loved that dress, and ruined it by dropping candyfloss all over it. Luckily, I got my sister’s handed down, and I treated it with reverence!
The smell of frying bacon reminds me of a particular camping holiday in Scotland, where Mum cooked us all breakfast whilst Dad was working out how the tent should have gone up the night before.
I love the smell of flowers, fresh bread, chinese food and cut timber. How about you?